A/N

Hi guys! Hope you are all amazing. I'm sorry it's taken me so long to write this chapter – I actually went right back to the beginning and re-read everything, straight through from Family Ties. It was a long read but totally worth it, I feel far more connected with our ladies – and the guys, of course – and I hope I can continue to do justice to them and wrap up this final segment of the story.

Just a note on Dmitri – I'm not sure how many of you are Sex and the City fans, but I imagine him to be like Aleksandr Petrovsky, who was played by Mikhail Baryshnikov. Handsome and well-intentioned… Hope that helps with the visual! Do you think I should start a Tumblr?!

Anyway – enjoy! :)

S x

Natasha wrapped her hands around her hair as she pulled it tight to brush out the last wild strands. She could see Dmitri watching her as he sat on the bed, unbuttoning his shirt: he gazed at her with an affection she could never quite return, even though he kept her safe and content. Their eyes connected in the mirrored glass and he smiled, leaning forward, his elbows on his knees.

"I appreciated your honour earlier, kotenok. With Mr Lowman." He ran his hand through his hair, shaking it out. "I know that can't have been easy."

It hadn't been, that was for sure. Natasha hadn't dared to tell him about the private moment she had shared with Happy in Nero's room, and she didn't intend to. It had been too hard, to put on that face and pretend she was happy when, inside, her heart had been aching with longing for the man she loved. She had wanted him to touch her, she had wanted him to grab her and reclaim her and make her his all over again, but it wasn't something she could admit out loud, not ever.

She forced a smile and lowered her brush. Dutifully, she took to her feet and crossed the room, settling herself onto Dmitri's lap. Dimi smiled warmly as he tugged her closer, burying his face in the crook of her neck, and Natasha closed her eyes, wishing desperately that those were Happy's hands crawling over her skin, nudging her silk kimono aside to feel her body.

She whimpered as Dmitri tipped her gently onto the bed, his lips moving against hers. They were leathery but she was used to them, she had to be. As her hands slid around the back of his neck, she screwed her eyes closed and imagined Happy holding on to her, his body pressing against hers as he kissed her.

"Let me look at you," Dmitri murmured, edging back from her as he pushed her clothing away. He loved to examine her: maybe it was the fact that she was so young and he was so disbelieving that she was there in his bed, but she obliged as always. His hands ran down, along her legs, pausing to feel over the pins still holding her bones in place. He sighed as he saw her wince a little and massaged the spot gently. "Does it hurt?"

"It's better." She said the same thing every day, but she was never sure it was. She wanted to believe it was – at least she could walk on it unaided now but the pain was still there.

"That's the thing about breaks." Dmitri was looking at her now as he spoke. "Even when you think they are clean, even when they should have healed… there will always be that crack. It'll never be the same again."

Natasha smiled a little as she looked up at him. "Are we still talking about my leg?" she teased, her good-naturedness overtaking her. Dimi chuckled.

"Am I that obvious?" He scooted away from her, letting her go as he stretched out on the bed. He patted the spot beside him and Natasha lay down, leaning her head on his bare chest, drawn into the routine of their strange domestic life together. "SAMCRO. I know that you have had distance. It will not be what you want it to be if you go back."

Natasha could feel the heat blushing through her face, was she so obviously moved by their interactions at the hospital? "It's not the club that threw me," she stammered softly. "It was Kaya. Ma, Da. They looked…"

"Happy?" He chuckled at the appropriate choice of word as he turned onto his side, resting his head on his hand and his elbow against the bed. "Your mother, she was very relaxed. Like the night I met her," he added with a smirk. Natasha could see him closing his eyes, taking a breath, and she felt her chest growing tight. He was thinking of Nina, she could tell. Hesitantly, she ventured,

"I miss Ma the most." His face softened even further, he obviously felt the same way. "I hope we see more of them. While they're in town," she added quickly, in case he disagreed. Her fingers circled his chest, running along his stomach, and Dimi purred as her hand brushed against his pelvic bone.

"Of course, little one," he nodded. "Whatever you want from me, you know that."

Before she knew it, he had taken to his feet and was extending his hand to her. She accepted it gingerly and felt him tug her to her feet. He hooked his shirt onto one finger and started to pull it on, and Tash watched, surprised.

"Are you leaving?" she asked. Dmitri laughed and leaned over her, pushing another kiss onto her lips.

"Only if you'll come with me. Let's not waste time." Something she had said had sparked an ignition in him, Dmitri was suddenly keen to get out of the house. His keenness to see Nina again was gnawing at him: while Natasha was beautiful and innocent, part of him loved the fierce nature of a true old lady. "It's good for them. To see you happy."

It took little persuasion for Natasha to dress, and the two made their way towards the SAMCRO clubhouse. Natasha could feel her heart beating faster as they parked up on the lot, and Dimi squeezed her hand softly.

"I trust you," he murmured as the driver came to open the door. "Don't forget that, kotenok."

Natasha felt herself shying behind him as they walked into the club. Jax looked up in surprise to see them there but nodded, easing Quinn a few steps back by raising his hand. Happy, deep in conversation with Chibs, didn't even notice the disturbance as Jax welcomed them in.

"This is unexpected," the President murmured, shaking hands with Pelekov cordially. "To what do we owe the pleasure?"

"Your house guests," Dmitri nodded, motioning towards Chibs. "Your predecessor, in fact," he added, tapping Jax's patch on his chest. "It is not so often Natasha gets to see her family. You know I would never deny her anything."

Jax raised an eyebrow as he glanced towards Happy. "As long as there are no problems here, Pelekov." Dmitri smirked.

"You know me, Jackson. I have done nothing but help you and your organisation from the outset." He offered his hand. "I don't go back on my word, I never have, have I? You've achieved all you ever intended to."

Jax chuckled and motioned for Chucky to bring a round of drinks to the new guests. "Your Mom's just in the apartment," he said, gesturing towards the room at the back. Natasha smiled and squeezed Dmitri's hand as she ghosted away, shrinking undetected past Happy. She could hear Dmitri immediately start into a business conversation with Jax, and she sighed in relief to know he was distracted as she came in to see Nina sitting on the bed beside Kaya, humming softly.

Nina blinked twice on seeing Natasha, unsure she was even really there, but Natasha did a playful twirl and beamed brightly. "I got a free pass for the evening," she whispered, excited to be out and there in the club with them. Nina gambolled to her feet in an instant and grabbed her daughter, spinning her around as she squeezed her tightly, grateful to spend a little unexpected time with her. As she released her, she could see Natasha eyeing Kaya on the bed, and she urged her to go to her.

"She snores just like you used to," Nina teased, poking Natasha's ribs softly. "Too loud for a pretty little thing."

Natasha laughed as she lowered herself onto the mattress and ran her hands softly over Kaya's brown tufts of hair. She swallowed, the baby felt so soft and so tiny beneath her, and Nina sighed as she watched Tash curl up on the bed, tucking the little bundle beside her lovingly.

"She's so big now." Natasha held her palms against her, as if to measure her. "Compared to the pictures."

"They grow," Nina laughed. "Another couple of months and she'll be running around, you just watch." Tash turned red at the suggestion and Nina felt suddenly embarrassed, realising how ill-thought her words were. "Oh, Tash, I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"

"It's not your fault." Natasha was resigned, she knew all too well that Dmitri would never allow her to bring Kaya home. The baby was a reminder of Happy, of Natasha's association with the club. It had only been through Nina's insistence that the little girl had ever been brought to term. She forced a smile. "You'll send me videos and things, right?"

Nina smiled and sat down beside Tash, resting her hand on her waist tenderly as she nodded. "Of course. You can't miss your little girl's first steps, I wouldn't let you."

They both started as the outer door to the apartment suddenly slammed shut, and Nina looked up to see Tig standing there, a half-completed cigarette gritted between his teeth as he stared at them both blindly. Christ, she had completely forgotten he was even there, sulking after they had argued. He rested one hand on his hip as he skulked back and forth, glaring at them both before he took the cigarette from his mouth, jabbed it out against the wall and muttered,

"She's yours, isn't she?"

Natasha was sure she was going to pass out in that instant. The way he was examining them both, his intense blue eyes so full of excitement and passion at the secret he now held, it scared her and she could tell Nina felt the same way. Nina took to her feet instantly, pacing quickly across the room and shutting the door into the club bar. She turned, her finger extended and a dark look on her face.

"You keep your mouth shut."

Tig was full of glee. He couldn't help the grin spreading across his face as everything fell into place in his mind. "So all this Mommy-Daddy shit with Chibs is all bullshit?" He couldn't be happier. Somehow, knowing that the baby wasn't Nina's made everything rosier for him. "And the little squirt's yours?"

Natasha coloured, panic rising through her. She rubbed her hand over her face. "Can you keep your goddamn voice down?" she demanded. "They're going to hear you."

"Hear me?" It took Tig a moment to realise why she might be concerned, and his face contorted with absolute joy as Kaya's paternity dawned on him. "Mother fuck, she's Happy's kid, isn't she?"

Nina almost barraged into him in her eagerness to shut him up. She clamped her hand roughly over his mouth as she shoved him back against the wall, spurred on by her fierce need to protect both Natasha and Kaya. Tig grunted with the impact, enjoying the rough way she slammed him back far more than he should.

"You say a goddamn word," Nina snarled, her amber eyes sparkling, daring him to. "I swear to God, Alex, I'll finish what Daddy started." Her thumb ran across the scar on his throat as she started to edge her hand away, and Tig pushed his tongue around his mouth thoughtfully.

"What's it worth to you?" he murmured, sucking on his teeth. He could see Nina and Natasha exchange a look – the information was clearly worth plenty to both of them. Tash picked Kaya up quickly, cradling her close to her as the baby started to whimper in her sleep, disturbed by the raised voices. Nina put her hand to her forehead, rubbing her eye with her thumb.

"What do you want?" She squared up to him, her eyes trying to understand how far he might go. Tig Trager was dangerous, she knew what he wanted from her and was all too aware that his lack of shame meant that he might just get it. Tig, enjoying the moment of power, rocked up onto his toes.

"Depends what you're offering," he teased. He shifted past Nina, just rubbing his hand against her arm for long enough to make her uncomfortable as he crossed towards Kaya. He looked at the baby for a long, hard moment and then laughed to himself, shaking his head. "Fuck, I should have seen it straight away. Looks just like him."

Nina gave him a hard kick in the shin, prowling between them like a tigress. "Tell me what you want," she demanded again. Tig could see her body language: defensive, and angry. He scratched his head, unsure what to say, but he pacified her with an easy smile.

"Tomorrow. You and me," he said, motioning to Nina. "Meet me at TM, we can go for a little ride. Have a chat." He couldn't help the way his lips curled up at the corners, suddenly excited. At last, he could make Nina talk to him. He'd find a way to make her forgive him, for sure. He squeezed her hand, knowing she couldn't pull away from him and grinned as he led it to his lips and gave it a prickly little kiss. "I'm sure we can find an arrangement, Mrs Trager."